Hardy’s Liquor

Good Lord, is this place still around? I used to go here when I was a kid to purchase candy and bubble gum cigarettes. Yes they were real and in no way played a part to my current addiction, sweet lady Tobacco. *cough-​cough*
I never stole candy from this place because, sweet God, I feared Hardy. The lore of this liquor store surrounded the namesake, Hardy. Mind you, not softy. «Hardy». This guy apparently shot everyone-​who-​shoplifted-​from-​him. As a consolation, the newly disfigured got to keep their booty, well that, AND a pronounced limp.
Being 9 years old I did not posses any discernible skills beyond playground gossip to research the myth behind Hardy and his, «Take a Penny, Leave a Spleen» policy but to this day, no boy within a square mile of 50^th street dares to steal a pen or penny from Hardy.
Ample parking.